Come fall, I start getting the urge to curl up in our tiny den. The room is literally tiny -- about 10 x 12ft.; I've seen walk-in closets bigger. It's also dark -- pine wainscotting and a brown patterned wallpaper.
The sofa is down-filled, and covered in a paisley chenille in warm golds, reds and oranges. There is an orange knitted throw to warm me, and a brown leather ottoman to put up my feet.
There are two chairs, one covered in a brown damask,
the other a wing chair in cream velvet. Sitting in this room, with a good book and a cup of tea, is like retreating to a nest, or a burrow, or a womb.
It's warm, and enveloping, and comforting. Winds may be buffetting the leaves outside, and rain splattering the windows, but I feel oh-so-warm and cozy right here in my nest.